An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

all, they

was their duty to see this though to the very

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people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said with

It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest

no one

tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard

because we're stronger, obviously." Britta

lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the

they carried. Not only that, but they had

limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that they would share their goods with careless

make some money." Sherlock shrugged.

strange for peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was

of the Adventurers

those items—whether it

their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a lot

no need to focus on those behind us. It

amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man in his dark coat and

he held his briefcase like a traveling businessman,

he had remained quiet for most of the

Until now.

thing." Jet glanced left and

he stared ahead, at the

don't focus on the task at hand, we could

words had a grim tone attached to them

strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as

or weak, perished

of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon as one

there were unknown creatures

them, just as they could not understand